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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Life! I breathe thee in the breeze,<br>I feel thee bounding in my veins,<br>I see thee in these stretching trees,<br>These flowers, this still rock's mossy stains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This stream of odours flowing by<br>From clover-field and clumps of pine,<br>This music, thrilling all the sky,<br>From all the morning birds, are thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou fill'st with joy this little one,<br>That leaps and shouts beside me here,<br>Where Isar's clay-white rivulets run<br>Through the dark woods like frighted deer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! must thy mighty breath, that wakes<br>Insect and bird, and flower and tree,<br>From the low trodden dust, and makes<br>Their daily gladness, pass from me--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass, pulse by pulse, till o'er the ground<br>These limbs, now strong, shall creep with pain,<br>And this fair world of sight and sound<br>Seem fading into night again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The things, oh LIFE! thou quickenest, all<br>Strive upwards toward the broad bright sky,<br>Upward and outward, and they fall<br>Back to earth's bosom when they die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that have borne the touch of death,<br>All that shall live, lie mingled there,<br>Beneath that veil of bloom and breath,<br>That living zone 'twixt earth and air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There lies my chamber dark and still,<br>The atoms trampled by my feet,<br>There wait, to take the place I fill<br>In the sweet air and sunshine sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I have had my turn, have been<br>Raised from the darkness of the clod,<br>And for a glorious moment seen<br>The brightness of the skirts of God;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And knew the light within my breast,<br>Though wavering oftentimes and dim,<br>The power, the will, that never rest,<br>And cannot die, were all from him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear child! I know that thou wilt grieve<br>To see me taken from thy love,<br>Wilt seek my grave at Sabbath eve,<br>And weep, and scatter flowers above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy little heart will soon be healed,<br>And being shall be bliss, till thou<br>To younger forms of life must yield<br>The place thou fill'st with beauty now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we descend to dust again,<br>Where will the final dwelling be<br>Of Thought and all its memories then,<br>My love for thee, and thine for me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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I feel thee bounding in my veins,
I see thee in these stretching trees,
These flowers, this still rock's mossy stains.

This stream of odours flowing by
From clover-field and clumps of pine,
This music, thril..."></div>
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